Title: Unrequited (9?)
Rating: K? or PG-13
Content: Angst, fluff, mentions of sex
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters mentioned herein and make no implications about real persons mentioned. Also no profit is made.
Summary: Lita is falling. Will someone catch her?
A/N: Bit of a short one this, but it's building up to something big. Trust me here!

Randy sat quietly while the other wrestlers raucously exchanged gossip. It wasn't that he wasn't interested; he was, but his mind was on Lita's change of mood when he'd mentioned going for a few drinks with the guys from Raw. Edge was there, which might have been a reason, and his presence didn't help Randy's mood any. Although he and Lita had been together, it had been somewhat acrimonious at the end. Edge had reveled in his reputation, and had encouraged the bookers to pair him up with Lita on screen. He hadn't been particularly receptive when she'd shown disquiet, and hadn't been at all supportive since. Randy blamed Edge for not protecting Lita from the worst of the media and fan abuse, no matter how much Lita protested and blamed herself.

"Randy, you heard about Christy, yeah?" The young man was disturbed from his thoughts by Batista's voice.

He smiled weakly, "yeah, I heard. Could hardly believe it… but as she's gone, it must have been true. Thought the girl had a few more brain cells than that."

"Yeah, well it's only the chosen few that get to sleep with the entire roster," Edge grinned and nudged the wrestler next to him.

Randy stood up. He knew exactly what Edge was referring to and it was a choice of getting away right now or smacking the Canadian in the face, "anyone want another drink?"

A few agreed and Batista offered to accompany him to the bar to help carry the drinks. He could see that his friend was uptight and wanted to smooth over whatever was wrong.

Randy wasn't forthcoming though. As good a friend as Dave was, Randy doubted that he'd understand where he was coming from with this unrequited love thing. He managed to convince the big man that he was just annoyed with the result of his match, and that seemed to satisfy him.

Randy was still uncomfortable though, and the lewd direction of the conversation didn't help. He excused himself to go to the bathroom and anticipated savouring a few minutes silence. He wished he'd never agreed to come out in the first place.

His desire for solitude was thwarted by the presence of a couple of wrestlers. Ignoring them, Randy also tried to ignore their conversation, but the mention of one word had his attention, intended or not.

"So, I saw you leaving Lita's room the other night Masters. What gives, you the latest notch on her bedpost?" Snitsky's tone was flippant, but it took all Randy had not to run over and punch the acne-ridden wrestler.

"You just wish you were in my position," Masters responded guardedly.

"Yeah, 'cos half the roster ain't," Snitsky laughed, "seriously man, you're fairly new round here, don't get involved. Both Hardys got canned, Edge is on the road to nowhere, the bitch is cursed, I'm telling you."

"If I want your dating advice, I'll ask for it goat-boy." Masters responded, his eyes firmly fixed on Randy, "besides, I'm not going back there. Once was more than enough."

That last sentence pushed Randy over the edge, and as Snitsky left the room Randy leapt over to Masters and had him pinned up against the wall by his throat.

"What did you mean by that?"

"What?" Masters was more than a little scared. He'd guessed his words might provoke Randy, but he hadn't expected the man to look like he was prepared to tear him limb from limb.

"What does 'once was more than enough' mean?

"Exactly that, man," Masters struggled to remove Randy's arm from his throat, but couldn't, "I did sleep with her, but it turned out it wasn't me she wanted."

"What?"

Masters shook his head, or as near to it as he could manage in his prone position, "it's an ego blow man, to be having sex with someone and for them to say someone else's name. No matter how drunk the girl is."

The first part of what Chris said didn't register with Randy, but the second part did, "you took advantage of her when she was drunk? What kind of a man does that?" He pushed against his throat a little harder.

"She invited me in. Yeah she was drunk, but she wanted it, she said she did. Trouble was…" Masters looked away from Randy, and any trace of a smile or smirk faded away, "trouble was, she said your name. We were having sex and she said 'I love you Randy'. Just like that. So, I'm sure you'll forgive me if I say I don't want to go there again." Randy's arms seemed to have lost their power, so the younger man pushed him away and went to walk out of the room. Before he did so, he turned to Randy and offered him a few words of advice.

"The girl loves you man, if I were you, I'd go and find out what's going on in her head, cos she's so messed up right now, she's not just destroying her own life, she's destroying everyone's she comes in contact with too."

Randy almost fell back against the wall in shock. Lita had slept with Masters, but she loved him. He didn't know whether to feel destroyed or elated. One thing became clear: why Lita had been so upset when he'd mentioned what he was doing tonight. In one way he was angry with her, in another he loved her more. He felt like he knew her better now, that he knew all of her faults, but would forgive them all if she'd only say to him face to face that she loved him.